I have never really liked when people say, "this too shall pass." Not only is it a massive blanket statement that people seem to utter when they just can't think of something a little more empathetic to say, but I actually find the phrase ironic.
Things don't pass.
We never really leave people, or experiences...totally behind us.
We collect them. And we carry them. They become a part of who we are. Experiences, good or bad might fade in the distance, but they will always touch us, shape us, color us...and we carry those colors through life.
I have this theory that we are all colored by our past. This is not a negative thing. How else do we grow in life? How else do we find strength, faith, and kindness toward others?
Life can be hard. Some of the colors can be dark and muddy, but they are OUR colors.
I proudly wear the colors of my past. They make me who I am today.